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February 18, 2015

Tell me what I've done

To get myself here

Memories I can't erase

Things that I will always fear

I've done things that I'm not proud of

Became someone that I'm not

Drifted on the edge of death

Not wanting to look back

Drowned in my emotions

Lost in my thoughts

Acquired a deadly dose of depression

Now I am alone in the dark

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